Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Stolen Child, artist - The Waterboys.
Date of issue: 30.06.1988
Song language: English
The Stolen Child |
Come away, human child |
To the water |
Come away, human child |
To the water and the wild |
With a faery, hand in hand |
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand |
Where dips the rocky highland |
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake |
There lies a leafy island |
Where flapping herons wake |
The drowsy water rats; |
There we’ve hid our faery vats |
Full of berries |
And of reddest stolen cherries |
Come away, human child |
To the water |
Come away, human child |
To the water and the wild |
With a faery, hand in hand |
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand |
Where the wave of moonlight glosses |
The dim gray sands with light |
Far off by furthest Rosses |
We foot it all the night |
Weaving olden dances |
Mingling hands and mingling glances |
Till the moon has taken flight; |
To and fro we leap |
ANd chase the frothy bubbles |
While the world is full of troubles |
And is anxious in it’s sleep |
Come away, human child |
To the water |
Come away, human child |
To the water and the wild |
With a faery, hand in hand |
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand |
Where the wandering water gushes |
From the hills above Glen-Car |
In pools among the rushes |
The scarce could bathe a star |
We seek for slumbering trout |
And whispering in their ears |
We give them unquiet dreams; |
Leaning softly out |
From ferns that drop their tears |
Over the young streams |
Away with us he’s going |
The solemn-eyed: |
He’ll hear no more the lowing |
Of the calves on the warm hillside; |
Or the kettle on the hob |
Sing peace into his breast |
Or see the brown mice bob |
Around and around the oatmeal-chest |
For he comes, the human child |
To the water |
He comes, the human child |
To the water and the wild |
With a faery, hand in hand |
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand |
Human child |
Human child |
With a faery, hand in hand |
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand… |
Than he can understand… |
He can understand… |